Sunday, December 21, 2014

Filters Of You--Black Series

Soft & dark
In my Heart
In my Mind.

As this night sky
Above me,

As the crimson moon
That sits ever falling
From this darkened sky.

As the dawn soon to come
Brightens until I close my eyes
To a shadowed sun 
In a sky I don't recognize 
As my own.

These colors
Keep replaying 
In my head
Filters out shades
That don't remind me
Of you.

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